The New Girl

It’s pretty hard to go to a new school; I’ve been having a really hard time lately. I just couldn’t believe it when the boundaries changed so that I had to go a new school my ninth grade year! FJH is so different from my old school. The teachers at “the new school” are 100% better, but I’m still an outsider among the students.

Most people at the new school don’t realize that I’m new; because I’m an S.B.O. I get asked about once every week by a curious student “Who are you? How are you an officer?” Patiently I’ve explained about 1000 times, but my patience is wearing thin. So here’s the story for all of those that don’t understand.

I wasn’t the only one feeling sorry for myself when the boundaries changed; the school district had a tiny bit of sympathy. We begged the school district,
“Please don’t make us go to a new school, not now!” Their consciences’ got the better of them, so they came up with a plan so that they could feel less guilty. The following week the “new school” sent out a letter telling the ninth graders that one lucky person from our neighborhood would be able to be elected for student government. I argued with myself every day about whether I should try out or not.
“Should I try out?”
“Yes, it will look really good on my college resume!”
“No, no, no, and no! I’m not really popular!”
“But I’ve always been nice to everyone and gone out of my way to talk to people without friends!”
“If I make it would the officers accept me?”
Despite the equal number of pros and cons, I tried out. Much to my surprise I was voted into office by all the kids in my neighborhood.

It’s been fun to be an officer, and I was accepted very quickly. But despite all of this, sometimes I’m really sad. I’ve known all the kids from my old school for five years of elementary and junior high school, sometimes I feel “schoolsick.”

Other than missing all of my cousins and friends, I’ve had other difficulties. I never thought much of the quote “To have a friend, you have to be a friend.” I think of this quote daily now. Most of the friends I now have all became my friends because I plucked up the courage to talk to them.

So what I’m trying to say here fellow Honors English classmates is; don’t ever be scared to talk to me! Because most likely I’m more scared than you!

California

My trip to California was o.k. We spent half of the trip driving there and back. While we were there we went to the San Diego zoo. As you can imagine it was pretty stinky; there were lots of animals! To top it all of it was a scorching 80 degrees! Warm weather probably sounds nice to most of you, but I've always been the winter loving girl.

My favorite animal at the zoo was the gorilla. It looked really mean! So I pointed at the gorilla and laughed "Hey, look! It's Bobo!" My parents stared at me like I was crazy, and that made me blush.

After that we went for a hot air balloon ride. It was really fun! I’ve always wanted to go up in a hot air balloon. We were about 500 ft in the air and we floated in one place the whole time. It was really sunny up there since it was a cloudless day.

After our balloon ride we went to see the lions; the animal I was most excited to see. I’ve loved lions ever since I saw the Lion King; I was about five years old when that came out. When we came to the lion enclosure I was pretty disappointed, there weren’t any actual "lions" in there. There were two lionesses that looked like they could die of old age at any moment. They were just laying there, sleeping during the middle of the day. Right after seeing the sleepy lionesses, my family drove back to the hotel for the last time; we left the next morning.

Where I am

Just in case you wonder where I am the next couple of days, I'll be in California! I'm going to be there until Monday. My family just couldn't wait for UEA! I'll write about my trip when I get home, bye!

Standing Up Against Bullies

This is a rather embarrassing moment for me, but it has a good moral, always stick up for your friends. I hate it when people pick on people smaller than them, it really sets me off. Because when I was younger I was always the runt of the bunch.

My Dad is in the military, so he has lots of military friends. But one of his friends is special to our family. His name is Charlie, and he is like the Uncle that I never had. He lived right next to us, and his son was like a cousin to me.

Earlier I told you that my dad was in the army. That meant that we had to move around a lot. So after about eight years of being together, our family was separated from the Becks. Fortunately a month later the Becks were forced to move to Colorado, which meant that we were only one state apart. And just like normal families do, they came to visit us every year, and that first year is where our story begins.

When the Becks arrived to our house, they were really tired and hungry. We decided to take them out to eat at McDonald's. I was totally thrilled; I thought play pins and toys were really cool.

We arrived at McDonalds in about ten minutes. Me and my cousin Derek ran for the play pin, and dove into the colorful plastic balls. Little did we know that there was someone else playing there. There were two gigantic, brawny, sixth graders who looked like they would stomp on us.

Big, brawny sixth graders didn't intimidate me, so I just went on playing. But Derek just stood and stared, he was terrified of those scary looking kids.
"What are you staring at?" demanded that fat one with his hat on backwards.
"I was just... um... err....." muttered Derek nervously.
"Get him!" the big kid commanded. Together the two bullies began throwing the plastic balls as hard as they could at Derek's head.

Finally I took notice of the situation. I stood up to my fullest height, which was about three feet. Angrily I put my hands on my hips. Loudly I shrieked in my high, shrill, five year old voice.
"Back off Barbie!" It was like they were struck by lightning. Dumbly they stared at me with their mouths gaping. Their arms froze, and the balls dropped from their hands. Finally after about ten seconds they stirred.
"Let's go!" they cried. And they ran screaming like little girls out of the restaurant.

Did I make that goal?

In case you didn't know, I love playing soccer. I could talk about strategy, passing, and scoring all day long.

Last Saturday I sort of made a funny goal. Our center mid Kelsey passed it to me, but shot too far. I stole the ball from one of the huge defenders. Quickly I ran, dribbled, and dodged up the side. All of this work was almost in vain, I made a rather clumsy shot. The remaining defenders dived in front of the goal, and that was their downfall. The ball crashed into a tiny blonde girl with pigtails, and bounced off of her right into the goal. I felt bad, but I couldn't stop laughing, isn't that terrible?